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Madison Wright Poem
I’ve come upon a jewel.
This rare, indelible thing,
Not able to be forgotten,
Not able to be unseen.
It came upon a midnight June
While asleep, while in a dream.
Wish I could forget it now,
The many facets of that jewel.
Facets carved from unholy men,
Then placed upon a heathen ring.
Not able to be forgotten,
Not able to be unseen.
As I beheld this ringed jewel,
Tokened by another man,
I praised its beauty,
As I kissed his conniving hand.
But little did he notice,
That as I kissed his thieving hand,
I stole back the beautiful ring!
And the ring was mine! Ha-ha!
But the jewel did not shine.
I could not keep it alive.
“I never meant to be a jewel,”
It cried every night.
So, I did what I had to.
I walked to the lake and tossed it in.
Not able to be forgotten,
Not able to be unseen.
Copyright © Madison Wright | Year Posted 2018
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Madison Wright Poem
This pen isn’t mine.
It’s the devil’s
It therefore feels plagiarized
And wrong.
These words aren’t mine.
They don’t belong to me.
I’ve sold my soul.
Given it away.
He whispers evil his candy,
“Enjoy,” he slithers lusciously.
I turn my cheek.
“Stay away from me!”
“Oh, but words, my dear,”
He whispers in my ear.
Words…
“No!” I keep moving.
But he coils round my neck.
Choking the sanity from my eyes.
“Do my will! My bidding!” he hypnotizes.
As the room becomes red and black.
As my eyes become hazy.
As my days become lazy.
He whispers his evil candy,
“Enjoy,” he slithers lusciously.
I sing with the church choir,
But it stops and catches fire.
The sole one to rise from the char,
I dust myself off, casting away my heart.
As I’m the only survivor,
The devil licks his lips.
“Do my will, do my bid.”
Too weak to stop now, I go.
I breed with the worst of ‘em
Live with the meanest of ‘em.
But none eviler than I,
As I shun the very light.
As the bell rings, I’m given
My very own vampire wings.
I start my own fires,
Breathe out my arson.
This lovely shade of horror,
The village’s pleasant look of terror,
Could I do more than crave
The very taste of coppery blood?
I’ve gone too far to be saved,
Too far to be loved.
“Get thee hence!” they scream.
“Sweeter words have never been spoken.”
My soul’s not broken,
Just lost in apostasy.
Fangs exposed, latch to innocent skin,
I kill them off, dead as the ash they’re buried in.
He whispers his evil candy.
“Enjoy,” he smiles lusciously.
He welcomes me down,
It’s a million-step fall, starting with one.
He kisses my hand, makes me the queen.
“You’ve done my will, my bidding.”
I look out at my demonic wings.
“I suppose I have,” I slither lusciously.
My evil, bred from fire,
Craving the living.
Copyright © Madison Wright | Year Posted 2018
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Madison Wright Poem
Mirrors have distorted my self-image.
Where I saw beautiful, I saw you.
But you’re no longer here.
My mirrors were my portal to you.
But you’re no longer here.
Momma told me I was beautiful
ever since I was a little girl
But I no longer believe her.
My mirrors were my portal to you.
But you’re no longer here.
My mirrors cracked and broke.
Where I once saw you, I stroke.
But I use violence and it hurts.
My mirrors were my portal to you.
But you’re no longer here.
I tore the mirrors down,
Because I’m so alone,
Why aren’t you here?
I don’t believe her.
My portal to you.
Copyright © Madison Wright | Year Posted 2018
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Madison Wright Poem
Oh, mind mender,
Fix my broken mind.
Oh, mind mender,
Fix my spoken mind.
Oh, mind mender,
See my break, and fix.
See my split, and mend.
See my hurt, and walk away.
Oh, mind mender,
Read my broken mind.
Know all my breaks
Before I fall.
Know all my fakes
Before I call.
Oh, mind mender, my mender,
Beat away my scars
Bandage up my past
All I ask is that you understand
But you won’t.
I promise you won’t.
Copyright © Madison Wright | Year Posted 2018
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